Any Excuse to Travel

Stories from travels in

Danube

The signs are there

A day off for me is one on which I don’t have to make any decisions. Tell me where to go, what to do, when

From the Danube to the desert – a church on the move

Before the aura reader told me that I should visit the solar plexus vortex, I’d already been. I can’t say I was strangely drawn to

From the archives

I first visited Budapest in December 2003. Shortly afterwards, I wrote this letter about my impressions. The inimitable DLW, who hoards her correspondence, dug it

All aboard

I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to be trapped aboard a ship with the same people for days on end.

Live ducklings and rosary beads

I’m a great fan of markets. I love sorting through other people’s junk in search of a piece of history or something that I can

Golden hour in Belgrade

I remember as a child being confused by beauty and attractiveness. I’d stumbled upon the world of Mills and Boon while staying with an aunt